After the Intersection
by
Francisco Sanchez
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ISBN: 978-1-4659-6503-5
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Dedication
This version of this
book is dedicated to all of those who were victorious before birth
and thus
came to life and now in life are fighting to understand
how to be victorious again but in life and
in life revive or
recognize alive to continue in life alive.
Chapter 1
After The Intersection
Existence is not whole or not complete
until
one’s eyes look upon existence.
So, that which one’s eyes cannot see
will
never be complete or will never be
whole until one believes
because believe
is the beginning of life
and a new
intersection.
Believe puts one as many into life,
between the
law of finite,
which is one’s reality;
and between the law of
infinity,
which is one’s faith.
The one who has true faith,
in the beginning
will find himself as eve,
between aches and crosses to bear,
but
it is better to stumble while learning to walk,
for there is a
real reason,
than it is better to stumble and fall after
the
learned effort,
for there is no reason!
Faith is thus creating
what is believed
and thus completing existence.
Becoming The Beloved Son
No single man can become a father
and thus a
gatherer
unless he has or adopts a son in the flesh.
And though the love for the son was hidden
from
the father,
love became or crossed into life as the son
became
or crossed into life.
And as the son grows,
so will the love of
father the gatherer.
And even though the son may not love back,
the
son is still loved.
But the son will be loved the more
when the son
becomes or imitates his father
through love,
through the love
of the father.
Thus, no son is truly a
beloved son unless he loves his father
through the love of his
father and thus becomes as the father!
There Is Existence In Believe
There is existence in believe;
but there is
also lie,
the biggest part of existence,
which is also in the
middle of everything;
and there is also eve, at the end, just
after the lie.
So the big lie was
before eve or life,
before believe and before existence.
If One Had Not Paused
If one had not
paused,
then one would have never noticed
that one was or was
not.
My Neighbors Have Multiplied Me
My neighbors have multiplied me.
I am but one.
They see me different according to their
thoughts
and customs, and according to the robe they wear;
and
thus divide me into useless pieces;
but seeing me different
doesn’t make more or less of me!
Ironically,
they
have never seeing, heard or even felt
my presence even though I am
in their minds.
The Woman Lied With Her Womb
The woman lied to me with her womb;
that is how
she conquered me;
and I left and forgot my sweet dreams of
conquering
my destiny;
and even I left the best of friends
without a goodbye;
my family I didn’t hear or gave time.
I housed the woman and her inflated womb;
when
it no longer kept inflating,
I became a father, the happiest guy
on the earth I knew!
She lived the lied to the fullest;
but I,
thinking I was happy
loved them both, her and the small one.
But the lying lady was not happy
no matter how
much the love
of my foolish heart was showed.
Even though she had me
like mud on her feet,
the lie that she lived was swallowing her in
pieces
as it also had swallowed me but whole;
and into the arms
of another man with a smaller heart,
the lair went to be comforted
from her sadness.
The Truth Bears Two Crosses
Those who carry the truth in their hearts,
carry
two crosses,
the more to be blessed.
The truth cannot be denied for long
because the
truth is you as you are in the truth.
And those who hide
denying the truth,
lie in the truth;
but no rest can be
found,
no matter how comfortable the bed;
for those who refuse
to carry the two crosses,
will ache and sweat and thirst more than
a thousand men
in the burning desert.
A Tree Only Has One Side
When I look to see a tree,
I can only see a
part;
and even though I go around,
I can still and only see a
part;
but its entirety I will never really see.
And even when I get behind,
to see the other
side,
it’s has moved as I have aged.
Nothing is ever the
same once
it has being seen;
it has changed by a simple look
as
the seer has also changed.
That Which Cannot
That which cannot be
seeing
is us and that’s a very big plus
to give meaning to
that which is not.
I’ve Never Seeing My Face
I’ve never seeing my face in reality.
It
makes for a very sad riddle.
It’s in front of me all day and all
night
and moves as I move,
forward, backward, and side to side
till my finite,
but it not I can see
and not because I’m
blind
or it’s invisible like the wind.
I’ve only seen a very poor reflection of it.
The
mirror shows the opposite of what it is!
I’ve even looked into
my love’s eyes,
but saw a tear and couldn’t tell whose it was!
Till the end of my
time,
I will never see my true face;
I will only see a poor
reflection in my neighbor,
but according to what I feel.
She Lied Before She Slept
She lied before she slept,
and awoke feeling
very naked,
as if her skin were peeled,
and ashamed before she
couldn’t see,
but only because she heard a disillusioned voice.
She tried as she lied
before she slept,
until she tired,
to hide the shame while she
wept,
but in spite of the flood of tears,
the lie remains to
this day,
because the lie is the greater part of believe.
Chapter 2
The Fault
She fills my plate with more that I can eat,
and
because I cannot eat more than I can see,
I am filled with
emptiness.
She fills my drinking cup until it spills,
so
that when I touch it,
my thirst is taken away by anger;
why the
destruction?
She fills my bed with coldness
because of the
lack of sensation,
even though her body is naked ,
naked next
to me.
She dares to say it’s my fault,
once and
always;
but when I first started,
I first began with a
caress
and finished moist and tired;
and thirsted for warm
flesh.
The night as the day,
without a word.
Why the
self-destruction?
How ugly can we be
that we must destroy
everything
that has a memory of us?
Simplicity Is Brevity
And brief I will be as
I am.
The sooner we comprehend
that we are not much in
complexity,
as we are much in simplicity,
the sooner we can
stand still
and let that which we cannot see
do miracles for us
as we
can see our smiles in the faces of others.
I Imitate Most Of What Is Not
How too often I do find myself in imitation,
but
I imitate most of what is not.
I ran as fast as I
could to complete certain tasks,
but had a big laugh when I
paused
and took a look
and noticed that I could do more
standing still,
even smile the more.
Through The Eyes Of Mortal Man
Through the eyes of mortal man
sees the
immortal God:
That is the reason we find it hard to understand
the
things we ourselves can’t see.
The Creator has protected
our ears from the
pain of words:
That is the reason we have a heart,
because
there’s another ear in the heart,
to lessen the strain; but it
now hurts here!
That is the reason the Creator has given us an
infinite mind,
to store the good thoughts and disperse the bad
ones
through our very eyes that the immortal God sees the mortal
man.
No sad or bitter man
can see or feel or even sense God,
unless his mortal tears have
passed by his very eyes
and washed away the insignificance
and
disbelieve that was
that was keeping that man from seeing through
his very eyes!
When Existence Is Missing
I’m in most things,
perhaps all,
just like
I’m in most words.
I’m in time when I pause it,
but shorten
it,
to see me and where I find myself.
I’ve even in things I can’t see,
like
behind a tree,
because I become most of what I am not.
When existence is
missing a thing,
it’s missing not what is being looked at
and
not being seeing,
but what is doing the looking.
Looked At In the Wrong Way
That which cannot be seen
is not because is
gone,
but because it is being
looked at in the wrong direction.
But is hard to see in the dark
no matter how
wide our eyes are opened,
especially if afraid to see what we
can’t see.
When it’s there,
we
don’t care,
even if we feel it;
and when it’s not there,
we
pretend to look
and hope that it still isn’t.
Returning To the Crossroads
Returning to the
crossroads,
only this time I am old,
and just as fragile,
and
about to crumble;
but not too old to realize
and simplify my
thoughts,
make them short,
to live a bit longer,
long enough
to smile
and stop a couple of wrinkles,
and make a new
memory
and see reality as a kid,
loving, trusting, believing,
not needing
but the air,
and running joyfully
as if there
were not such things as time,
pain without memory, growing too
old
to walk or to even crawl,
the other road not taken…
The Miracles of Things I Can’t See
I am once again in most things,
too often in
too many words,
words not even my own.
I am even in that which I cannot see or
comprehend;
and the simpler I become,
the sooner and the more
in things I will be.
I am not that much
complicated
as I am that much in simplicity;
and as I stand as
a man,
not erect, but still,
the miracles of things I can’t
see,
but feel,
will come to be.
In Each And Every One
In each and every one of us,
there’s the very
same emptiness;
and according to our own person,
we fill that
painful void or vastness that is in.
There are those of us,
who pass by the
world,
but constantly crying until death
dries our
insignificant tears;
and there are those of us also,
who will
crawl inside a liquor bottle;
but not before we fill
ourselves
with the insignificant emptiness that lies in it;
and
still others,
eat and eat until their bodies take another
form,
the form of the food and blow-up.
There are those of us,
with the very same
painful emptiness,
which are more than able to do the wonders of
the heavens,
but still sense that something good is missing.
That painful emptiness,
although hurts too
much,
is so that we know,
even though we are not alone or
lonely,
that we need one another;
for man was not made alone.
But there is only one alone
who can fill that
vast and painful emptiness;
and he will fill one with peaceful joy
so profound
that one will feel lifted from the ground
and will
sense that nothing will ever be missing
in one’s life;
and
there will never be a drink
or a piece of flesh or even a
forbidden fruit
that will ever surpass that profound and peaceful
joy!
And one will be hooked
and one will never stop
wanting more…
Ironically,
that profound and peaceful joy
that
fills that useless vastness
and sadness that is emptiness, is
free!
The only thing it requires is a bit of search
from one’s part.
One does not even need to believe at first
because
at first one will believe!
The search begins with
reading the word,
the book is heavy like a rock
and almost as
solid,
but the book will lighten
and lift one’s soul as to
the heavens
while keeping both one’s feet firm to the ground.
It’s An Ironic Thing
It’s an ironic thing
this thing called
love.
I love her,
yet she loves another.
I give myself
away
because I feel that way.
It’s an ironic thing
this thing called
love.
She feels nothing for me,
I feel it in heart
hear;
because my heart is her heart.
Her rejections of her for me
are my desires of
me for her;
I can never hurt her,
my heart wouldn’t take it.
It’s an ironic
thing
this foolish thing called love.
Love should only be for
the birds.
I Was Born and Dead Before
Thus, I was born and dead before
I was born and
dead;
my mother was pregnant before
she herself was an embryo.
And my father was already a father before
he
himself was a son;
and I was an orphan before
my parents were
themselves children.
Thus, I was born
before
my mother, before my father, before
I was an orphan.
And
dead I was born and dead;
pregnant, she herself was an
embryo;
already a father, he himself was a son;
Orphan, my
parents were themselves children.
Time Is a Practical Joker
Time,
it began with a bang!
And ended again
in fusion,
the same way time was,
just like an illusion,
with
you as me in the middle
and me as you at the other end.
Time,
it is a practical joker,
sometimes a
broker,
giving me less for more
when I want less;
and giving
me more for less
when less is what I want.
And the joke is on
me
as I am in time as time is in me;
and as soon as I realized
myself and smiled,
and wanted more of me,
I ran out of the last
mile.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time,
when I had no time,
at
all,
I saw
more when I closed my good eye.
And I saw darkness
and light united
where
they were divided.
And I also saw
in a short time,
but eternal
rhyme,
I saw
what made there two united,
but divided forms,
shine:
the period I.